IAM
whispering
at, my multiple
demons, hissing at
them, to now drain my
veins, to completely wash
out my arteries to send blood
rushing out of this husk; to empty
without empathy the life from
the flesh … crushing the
essence, of what is
living, completely
washing out the
very energy
sustaining
the real me
and now what?
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